It’s in the water, in the air here
the leaves not alone in their dying
softened ground where shades wander
drawn to candlelight in the trees ahead
burning, sputtering
Epitaphs along the road
chiseled into clay and cast aside
where we walk and watch the clouds
wishing it would rain and never stop
Underfoot the dead and dying and newborn
crawl just alive enough to feel and listen
to the coming storm
and its promise in the air of drowning
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Photo by Roksolana Zasiadko on Unsplash
Mitchel David Ring 
5 responses to “Underfoot”
So sad and terrifying –
“Underfoot the dead and dying and newborn
crawl just alive enough to feel and listen
to the coming storm
and its promise in the air of drowning”
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yes, sad. Heavy. Abstract, but captivating all the same. Great painting with words!
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Thank you Amy (:
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The writing is phenomenal.
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Thank you so much! That means a lot (:
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